As unto the bow the cord is, / So unto the man is woman; / Though she bends him, she obeys him, / Though she draws him, yet she follows; / Useless each without the other!

As Unto the bow the the cord is ,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him , yet she follows:
Useless each without the other.

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad

Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait / not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.